Dr.Phu
Fuck Dr.Phu. I’ve trusted her for 17 fucking years with my mental health, and she doesn’t give a damn about me. About what I want, about what makes me better, or what’s helping me. I’m done. I’m done with that fucking office, with the blue couch and the blue walls, and the fucking windows that won’t open. I’m done with it.
Dr.Phu tried to get me on my pills again. The ones that make the dreams come to a stand-still. I told her no, and she kept insisting and insisting until I got up and just left. When I got home, I dumped out all my pills into the trash, threw the bag away, and that was that. I canceled all my other appointments with the office, and I blocked their number on my phone.
I’m fucking done with this bullshit. I’m gonna figure this out.